You may want to be a rose,

You are beautiful enough,

and your perfume makes me faint

Heady it is  in that one garden,

Where the best woman in the world

Works like a peasant, smiling, striving,

The trimming of the hedges,

If I was a sculptor there would be statues

To remember you as a young woman

But I am a dreamer and I only remember every inch of you

Just as the water flows in the river

So my memories flow into these words

Into the fragrant silence between the royal roses

In the secret garden of your heart

Where I spy a sailing ship,

Hear the wood creak.

And you a swan,

Who swims through the ages,

Admiring the beauty of her twin

In a mirror of still glassy reflection.